Impermanence  

I painted a mural once,
In a building marked with a red X.
I painted it knowing the end,
And somehow the paint glimmered brighter.

It wasn't about forever.
It was never meant to stay.
What it gave was enough,
And the echo it left.

The sun setting when you were ten,
wishing for five more minutes of play.
Or that night you first held hands and thought,
this could be something.
That stayed, didn't it?

The way she smiled in the car, her eyes shimmering.
The warmth of a shared bed,
it didn't need forever.
It shaped you anyway.

The way she smiled in the car, her eyes shimmering.
The warmth of a shared bed,
it didn't need forever.
It shaped you anyway.

We don’t keep it all,
Just a handful of smudged polaroids.

Nothing lasts.
But the beauty is in the memory
that lives forever in that moment.